happiness is having your friend call to tell you he received a box from berlin that might be yours. not just any box, but the box containing your favourite, beloved Nikon D70. the box that was supposed to arrive over a month ago. the box you opted not to put insurance on because it would have cost over $300 to ship two boxes from berlin. the box that made you awake in a mad panic the day after you dropped it off -- realizing it would have been worth paying the extra for insurance. the box that almost made you cry when it didn't arrive with the first box.
ecstatic happiness is opening the box to find that your camera is in fine working condition.
pleasantly surprised is finding all those other trinkets you put in the box that remind you of the awesome month of travelling.
breathing a heavy sigh of relief is what you do when you finally have a moment to process it all.
a few friends have expressed how much effort they put into adding me to their RSS feeder or favourites list -- and that removing me would be a disappointment. i think this is their way of threatening to remove me as their friend. and i can't have that. so here i am.
just remember, you asked for it.
so, since we last met on vox, i had just arrived back in san francisco with my broken arm. the day after i arrived, the doctor took off my cast and threw me right into physical therapy. this seems to be the general method many people have gone through here in the states. sorry to disappoint all those hoping to see bionic sara.
it took a bit for my arm to get used to being out of the cast. then, over time, it's memory slowly came back. a friend would wave at me and my right arm would shoot up to wave back, only to manage a limp flailing of the forearm. another time i bolted awake, in pain, because my right hand was trying to scratch the itch on my face. only, it couldn't really reach my face.
now, stop your pouting. i want you to know i've laughed at each instance ... even when it hurt. its like standing up only to find out your leg fell asleep. so you topple over because it isn't working the way you expected it to. sometimes parts of your body take on a mind of their own and all you can do is be amused by your lack of control.
mine is starting to work with me again. i'm back to typing with
two hands, i can chop food again (oh, the stories i could tell there)
and its getting straighter by the day. not so bad for six weeks
post-injury. now, if i could only get my trip photos organized ...
